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Audacious Bliss

Life growing
Through her
Gently
Slightest twists
Fleshing out
Encompasses
Claiming possession
Surrounding each curve
Of that which is her
She: adorned with brio
By his verdurous abstraction
Audacious bliss

Thank you, Salva. I appreciate your support and continued friendship. If I can figure out how to get what I need…well, we’ll be reading about it here, I suppose. Best to you and yours this New Year, as well. Enjoy your day. 🙂

Yes! I’ve got a wood stove that keeps me from running the furnace. It keeps things much warmer, in my opinion. You can def help! Well, yes and no. I split some of it. Depending on what trees fall during the year. I had to order a bit this year. Still needed split, though.

We had a wood burning stove in our house when I was a kid. Our house was too new for an old fireplace, so my dad bought a black stove which sat on stone he had put in…twas beautiful. I used to sit near it on the floor and read. Or warm my bottom and then sit on a chair and burn my buns, as we’d say. My siblings and I would do it over and over again and laugh. My grandfather still uses his in his basement. My dad has two fireplaces. One in the family room and one in the basement. Those are nice, too. But oh the wood it all takes…I think it’s cool you have one. Very cool. You surprise me with what you do, you know. You’re quite capable, Duke. I’ve never split wood. Seems dangerous. I like to watch and stack it.

That’s cool. There’s nothing like a stove. You know, I haven’t used a fireplace too muchly much. The stove, too, I think, saves on wood. *laughs* Burn your buns…I can identify with that! Well, it is dangerous–splitting wood–you have to be careful. I used to do more of it by hand. But I must admit, I did get a log splitter.

Thank you for letting me know that you have been reading, AI. You know it is you silent readers that often leave me humbled. Your admission is so soothing…thank you. Truly. To become a famous poet one must die first, I fear. Ha. One day, maybe. You in turn, my friend, inspire me. I hope your heart is slowly calming. My thoughts have been with you. Hugs to you, as well. ♡

Now, Aud, there are some words here I don’t even know. Whew! Where do you come up with them? Audacious? Hmmm …. I’ll have to look that one up. LOVED this poem even if I didn’t know all the words. LOL Love, Amy

Really? Amy…I think you’re giving me a hard time. Audacious is a gorgeous word I heard a million years ago in one of the most romantic movies of all time. It has stuck with me ever since….but in truth it is this poem by one of my favorite poets, whom I adore, Afanasy Fet:

Half-opening her lips to the frost’s morning sigh, how strangely the rose has smiled on a swift-fleeting day of September!
How audacious it is to advance in stately manner before the blue-tit fluttering in the shrubs that have long lost their leaves, like a queen with the spring’s greeting on her lips;
to bloom with steadfast hope that, parted from the cold flower-bed, she may be the last to cling, intoxicated, to a young hostess’s breast.

Wow. That is totally mind blowing beautiful. I honestly wasn’t giving you a hard time, Audrey. I really had not heard of the word audacious. Really. Bless you for sharing this with me. It just put me in a beautiful world, getting my mind off my Dad. Thank you so much. Love, Amy

I think it is a fine poem, Amy. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I do hope your father will be okay. When my father was diagnosed with cancer in September my friends here were very supportive. I know you’ll find that to be true for you, as well. My thoughts and prayers are with you. xxx

The tests results came back today … no cancer, Audrey. He has some other problems they are now trying to get to the bottom of. I think he is just at the point he wants to go HOME. He just turned 90. Thank you so much for your concern. Love, Amy

Reports still coming in, Aud. My Dad is extremely weak. He has pneumonia. He has aspirated some food so now he is NPO (no food by mouth) and has a feeding tube. He is on antibiotics and steroids. I will be posting soon asking for prayer. Happy New Year, Audrey. Love, Amy

I will lift your father up in prayer, Amy. May our heavenly Father have his hands on your dad, allow for Jesus’ arms to hold you and The Holy Spirit sway into surrounding you all. May your storm calm as Their love provides strength. My thoughts are with you. ♡

My Dad today is already responding to both treatments and medications. He already is stronger. He has a long ways to go with PT and maybe rehab, but I think he has chosen to stay around for a bit longer. Bless you, Audrey, for your prayers. I am deeply grateful to you. (((HUGS))) Amy

Hi, Debbie. Thank you. This plant is a Callistemon Citrinus, but often referred to as ‘Little John’….a bottle brush blossom. I think they’re beautiful. I love red color, so deep and romantic. We see them a lot in southern Texas. My Christmas was lovely, thank you. Hoping the same for you. Slack away… 🙂 We’re allowed, you know. Enjoy your day!

Audrey Dawn- The Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister

I came here to journal. To release what I cannot say with my spoken voice, as I am quite shy when the subject turns to me. I write poetry, because my soul flourishes when I do. Broken, indeed, but willing to try. I live life one day at a time. Stop by and say hello, please, if you don't we may never meet. I need you to be stronger than me, but only the first time. Hi, I'm Audrey.

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“Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.”
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